Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.